Page 36 of Nine Month Contract
“Drop me at the barn,” I demand and ignore the look Calder and Luke shoot each other. As I slide out of the truck, I point my finger at them. “I’m serious. Don’t go near Trista.”
Calder pounds his fists on the steering wheel and mimics the voice of a caveman. “Me no touch Wyatt’s toy or make Wyatt angry like demon dragon.”
My eyes narrow on him, and he just laughs before taking off and kicking rocks all over as he heads up the lane toward his and Luke’s places.
As soon as I walk into the barn, Trista’s head pops up out of Reginald’s pen. “My boobs aren’t sore!” she blurts out while tossing a pile of muck into a wheelbarrow.
“What?” My brow furrows in confusion as I make my way over to her.
Trista stops working and props her hand on top of the gate, using the back of her hand to push her loose curls that have fallen out of her messy bun off her face. “All the baby-making forums say my tits should be sore by now. Or I should have some implantation spotting. I got nothing. I feel the same, and all the early response pregnancy tests I’ve taken the past few days are negative.”
Disappointment shudders down around me, but I steel myself to remain calm. “Then we try again.”
Trista studies me. “You’re not mad?”
“Why would I be mad?” I mirror her stance on the fence, my hands inches from hers, noticing her long, elegant fingers for the first time.
She digs her fingernail into the wood and kicks at the gate. “So much for your lucky number.”
I harrumph as my mind rushes back to our first night of insemination. It feels like a million years ago. I barely remember half the things I grunted out in a horned-up daze that night. “Don’t give that another thought.”
She swallows nervously, picking at a nailhead sticking out of the wood. “I know, but I want this to work for you. For both of us.”
“We’ll try again,” I repeat with a shrug. Yes, I’m disappointed it didn’t work on the first try, but I’m not concerned about having to do our whole process again. It got a little easier every time we did it. At least for me. All it took was thinking about my cum inside her and I was hard.
Trying again is no problem, but I am bothered by her defeated attitude right now.
“Trista, it’s okay,” I state firmly and reach out to tuck my finger under her chin to force her to look at me. Her sad copper-green eyes are like a gut punch, and I resist the urge to hug her to my chest. She looks so young right now. “We try again next month. Simple as that. We were prepared for this.”
Her eyes glint with something I can’t quite decipher before she shocks the hell out of me with her reply. “Maybe we need to do it the regular way. Like actually have sex with each other.”
My heart explodes in my chest as my emotions swing fromdisappointment to raging arousal in a flash. “Have sex?” I repeat to make sure my hormones aren’t hearing things.
She nods, her brows furrowed as she looks forward and ponders this suggestion. “I know I’m probably not your type, but we can shut the lights off and just—”
“We wouldn’t need to shut the lights off,” I bark, my voice firm and way too aggressive for the quiet stillness of the barn. The idea of me fucking her and notseeingher is more painful than the disappointment of this first month not working.
Her head jerks back as she gapes at me, her eyes curious and alive. She inspects my entire face as if looking for something in my expression. Does she think I’m lying? Does she think I’d need to shut the lights off to fuck her? Is she fucking crazy?
She pulls her lower lip into her mouth, and it’s like I can see the fantasy playing out in her mind, and my cock stirs at the thought of that. At the thought of her picturing me the way I imagine her. I feel myself drawing closer, like my body can’t help itself, and I briefly wonder if we’re not going to try this baby-making dance right here, right now—in Reginald’s fucking pigpen.
It’s not even sundown yet.
She barks out a nervous laugh and yanks herself away from the fence, away from me and my thickening cock. “Well, we’ve got time before I ovulate again to consider that option. Let’s just give it some serious thought, and we can meet and discuss it again next week?”
Right. Ovulation. She needs to ovulate before we do this. Obviously, I knew that.
I nod and watch her curiously as she goes back to cleaning out the pen like she didn’t just suggest I fuck her to get her pregnant. That will certainly complicate things. But if she’s up for it, so am I. I’m more than up for it.
With a deep, cleansing breath, I turn to do my own chores, knowing full well what I’ll be doing to myself at sundown tonight, baby making or not.
DaysPastOvulation:16
AnimalsonMountain:2
“Millie,” I holler from the pasture enclosure. Millie stops walking to jerk her head in my direction. She wiggles her ears but then resumes her stroll with the pig, clearly not giving a shit about her human companions anymore.
“I feel so rejected!” Everly states with a laugh.
